Your day is night
And night is day
Cycle of stars,
That you dream away.
Heavy eyes,
Drifting in wonder-land
Sometimes empty spaces,
In corners and blank.
Lonely sight,
If you ever find yourself awake
The dim street-light,
Forming a moth lake.
Different cries,
Beyond the window-wall
Song of dark,
Eclipsing the world and all.
Calm dyes',
Solitude in the air
Spiritual sight-seeing,
And there are no night-mares.
Up-side down,
But yet as free as the sky
No-one to know you,
World hath but died.
Shadow cast shapes,
In shades of yellow and white
Every-one is gone,
One no longer has to hide.
World is free and pure,
there's magic in the air
Your eyes open to see,
And heart left to hear.
Your moon is sun
And sun the moon
In crowded hours,
Whence your sleep looms.